We were about as poor as young married couples attending college ever needed to be. Our home decor consisted of a table we could fold up, a hand me down-down-down aqua nylon sofa, a beautiful rug carefully crafted with carpet samples, duct tape, and love, and decor in the form of painted stones. I painted rocks, sold some, gave others for gifts, even partly paid for an obstetrician with painted rocks once!I chose stones carefully on my walks---kept just one. It wasn't the quality that would sell--actually worked on it while waiting my turn at the doctor's office so they could tell me yes-you are big and yes-still expecting and yes-we can see that you are still eating...and didn't we tell you not to do that anymore...etc. etc.
While painting the rock on my own little table (the front of me)--my baby kicked a few times (I love that feeling so much, don't you?) and so---anyway--- the rock writing is a bit wriggly. Could not sell it. Did not want to. I liked what this one said.
That was decades ago! This little stone is one of my treasures. (Because it tells the truth). The rock-hard-solid-count-on-it truth. I know that now. Truth for the poor and the rich, for the sick and the healthy, for the great-amazing and the every-day-days in our lives. This I know.
And the wonderful part is: We each get to choose what and whom to love. And that makes all the difference!
4 comments:
You wrote that while in the doctor's office? I've never heard that little story. There's something about picturing you as a young mom pulling that rock out of your purse and writing on it while waiting your turn with the doctor that I LOVE. How awesome! I want that rock. Is it called for? You are so awesome! I love you!
Too little too late Aimes...that stone will be put back into the Brooke from whence it came...but you can come visit it often! ;)
Bet you didn't know I look at this. Thank you so much for sharing. I remember painting rocks in Kooskia. Never knew the craft could make money. Also, could I get an invite to read your Hadley K Merit Shay Blog? Send it to blakeandheather@gmail.com. Thanks so much.
Brenda, We have 2 of your rocks in the possesion of the Preston Family! On one you wrote Dad's favorite poem! I love to see it and remember him and you! On the other, you painted it for me when you were babysitting us, I think I was almost 16 and wondering if I would ever be old enough to date, "Sweet sixteen and never been kissed, Only Wished!" I loved it for many years, until I finally passed it on to Joey when she turned 16! I was married and happily in love! (still am!) She was young and still waiting for life to start! She needed the rock!! She still has it and we both now love it! (Because it is cute, but mostly because we love you!)
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